PRELUDE. 

I  am  Chieftain  of  the  Nation 
Of  the  Kickapoos;  and  station, 
High  as  mine,  is  indication 

Of  a  purpose  high  and  grand ! 

With  the  Indian  Sagwa  dealing, 
And  the  Indian  Oil  so  healing, 
Indian  Worm  Killer  revealing, 

Come  I  to  the  white  man's  land ! 

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CANTO  THE  FIRST. 


Once  a  maiden  had  the  mumps,  sir, 
And  her  face  it  was  a  sight ; 

Both  her  cheeks  were  awful  lumps,  sir. 
And  she  truly  was  a  fright ! 

Doctors  came,  and  all  assured  her 
That  her  fate  was  manifest ; 

Indian  came,  and  quickly  cured  her 
With  the  Indian  Sagwa  blest! 


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Dreadful  dropsy  dragged  a  duchess 
Down  the  depths  of  dire  distress  ; 

Grew,  did  she,  while  in  its  clutches, 
Bigger  than  a  cider  press  ! 

And  her    tootsies,"  once  so  winning, 
Grew  to  fill  a  twenty  shoe  ; 

Indian  Sagwa  had  its  inning — 
Now  she  wears  a  number  two ! 


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With  the  chills,  and  with  the  fever, 
Uncle  Ned  was  quite  used  up  ; 

Thinner  grew  than  butcher's  cleaver, 
Or  a  fancy  greyhound  pup ! 

But  the  Sagwa,  health- infolder, 
Met  and  tackled  Uncle  Ned  ; 

Rotund  as  an  office-holder 
Soon  he  grew  from  sick  abed ! 

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Dreadful  gout  had  harnessed  Wigger, 
Who  would  take  his  frequent  dram; 

Bigger  grew  his  toe,  aye,  bigger 
Than  a  Cincinnati  ham ! 

With  his  foot  upon  a  pillow, 
Sat  the  victim  poor  of  gout ; 

But  the  chieftain,  Umadillo, 

With  the  Sagwa,  ''knocked  it  out!" 

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Shadkins,  and  his  wife  named  Cafta, 
Suffering  from  ailments  sore, 

Hanged  themselves  across  a  rafter, 
Thus  to  reach  the    golden  shore !" 

But  the  chieftain  to  the  dwelling 
Came,  and  saw  and  cut  them  down  ; 

With  the  Sagwa  he  was  selling 

Filled  them  up  and  "did  them  brown." 


Hypochondriac  was  Jarrid, 
Thought  he  was  an  elephant , 

And  a  trunk  he  ever  carried, 

Though  it  made  him  puff  and  pant ! 

But  a  single,  single  bottle 

Of  the  Sagwa — draught  of  peace  ! — 
Poured  adown  his  willing  throttle, 

Brought  him  down  to  a  valise ! 


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CANTO  THE  SECOND. 

A  yellow  East  India  tycoon, 
Once  fought  with  a  brindle  baboon  ; 
He  was  knocked  quickly  out  in  three 
rounds,  or  about, 
As  dead,  they  all  thought,  as  the  moon. 

The  Indian  Oil  chieftain    Fair  Hand," 
Was  trg.iling  along  through  the  land  ; 
And  he  rubbed  the  tycoon  with  the  Oil, 
and  quite  soon 
He  danced  a  live  jig  oa  the  sand ! 
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There  was  an  old  man  of  Duluth, 
Who,  wishing  to  get  at  the  truth, 
Dived  into  a  well,  as  the  chronicles  tell, 
^nd  bruised  himself  badly,  forsooth ! 

He  battered  his  nose  and  his  chin. 
And  barked  most  severely  his  shin  ; 
But  the  great  Indian  "Oil,  which  all  bruises 
will  foil, 

Soon  brought  him  a  wholly  new  skin. 


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A  gent,  who  was  one  of  Siam's 
Best  citizens,  had  the  jim-jams 
Clear  up  to  the  hub  ;  and  made  a  hubbub 
By  driving  two  sacred  black  rams ! 

His  head  was  cut  off  by  the  king, 
Delighting  in  that  sort  of  thing, 
But  the  Indian  Oil  man,  with  a  two  gallon 
can. 

Restored  the  man's  head,  as  they  sing ! 

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A  lady  who  lived  in  Calcutta, 

Was  just  too  exceedingly  utter  ; 
Yet  as  red  was  her  hair  as  a  fox  anywhere, 
And,  heavens  and  earth,   how  she'd 
stutter ! 

Alas,  for  this  lady,  named  Hoyle, 
Her  nose  grew  a  wonderful  boil ; 
As  her  hair  'twas  as  red,  and  as  big  as  a 
sled, 

Yet  cured  by  the  great  Indian  Oil. 


A  snake  bit  a  bitter  old  maid, 
Her  heel  was  the  place  of  the  raid, 
And  her  foot  it  swelled  up  like  a  New- 
foundland pup, 
When  down   she   kerflummuxed  and 


prayed ! 

The  Indian  Oil  man  said  he'd  take 
The  poison  right  out  in  a  shake  ; 
And  he  did,  I  can  tell,  the  old  maid  get- 
ting well  ; 

The  snake  ?  oh,  the  bite  killed  the  snakel 

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Cried  Dutchy,   Mein  hairs  haf  growed 
oud 

More  dhin  as  nein  hairs  vas,  aboud  ; 
More  as  dhin  as  der  bier  dot  dhey  meket 
'boud  here, 
Und  vhere  I  shall  got  him  do  sbroud  ?" 

The  chieftain,  with  Oil  good  and  strong, 
Rubbed  Dutchy 's  bald  head,  right  or 
wrong ; 

Very  soon  grew  the  hair,  thick  as  that  of 
a  bear. 

And  full  forty-four  inches  long ! 

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CANTO  THE  THIRD. 

Oh,  what  are  the  mermothers  saying, 
The  waves  with  their  tresses  a-playing  ? 
I'll  tell  you,  no  longer  delaying: 

Supreme  is  the  Indian  Worm  Killer 

Far  down  on  the  ranches  of  Texas, 
In  swamp-lands  of  Skootookomexas, 
In  cities  of  eastern  Silexas, 

Sing  mothers  of  Indian  Worm  Killer. 

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A  child  had  the  worms  and  would  double 
All  up  in  a  heap  with  her  trouble  ; 
With  joy  doth  the  mother  now  bubble, 
The  worms  were  knocked  out  by  Worm 
Killer. 

A  young  and  most  beautiful  daughter, 
By  worms  driven  on  to  self-slaughter, 
Jumped  into  a  pail  of  cold  water — - 

Was  saved  by  the  Indian  Worm  Killen 


A  tape-worm,  exceedingly  taper, 
Full  forty  rods  long,  said  the  paper, 
From  out  a  girl's  mouth  in  NeW  Draper, 
Was  forced  by  the  Indian  Worm  Killer! 

A  woman  once  swallowed  a  lizard. 
While  drinking,  and  fancied  a  blizzard 
Was  racking  and  whacking  her  gizzard, 
Knocked  out  was  the  liz  by  Worm  Killer. 

To  the  truth  of  all  these  thrilling  narratives  I  swear — by 
gosh !  A.  T.'i  Son, 

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